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i cried for the first time and work yesterday. my dust mask was soaked with tears while I sanded, the sawdust and saline solution becoming a thick paste on the front of my mask. Eddie, the other employee/the boss' head woodman asked me something and I looked up wtih wild and blurry eyes, shoulders heaving beneath my choked sobs and the weight of power sanding vertically. I responded with a muffled ok, put the sander down, and went outside to sit on the stoop and smoke. a feeble attempt to calm myself down.
but then the boss came in and I got a raise. 2 dollar an hour raise.
if i had called in sick like i was going to, i would not have that extra money.
if it's all easy, it's worth nothing.
but then the boss came in and I got a raise. 2 dollar an hour raise.
if i had called in sick like i was going to, i would not have that extra money.
if it's all easy, it's worth nothing.